Brick Red- Benjamin Moore- 2084-10

Brick Red- Benjamin Moore- 2084-10

By: Andres Valenzuela

Structure made out of brick:
red, old, weakened.
Still standing in the rain
covering a city ruined.
It looks like it's going to fall.

Fire and bullets,
nowhere to go,
Smoke up the clouds
Fading away slow, abundant.

A structure that looks like clay,
in the presence of blood,
guns and green vehicles
and innocent, just like him.
It looks like it's going to fall.

As the windows tear down,
the front door is almost gone,
the dust expands everywhere,
it is the most unique.

Running people,
the look in their faces,
the storm making them weak.
But no matter what you feel,
It looks like it's going to fall.

Where I´m From

I am from cup of coffee,

from Juan Valdez and Colcafé

I am from the building 

besides the park

surrounded by

brick and cement 

I am from the orchid, 

the Gachala Emerald 

whose color is as 

blue as its sea.

I am from sitting at the table

and old guys. 

From Amelia and Luis

and the Saieh's.

I am from screaming and shouting 

and laughing

(almost shouting)

as a big, huge family.

I am from do as I say

and stop the noise.

From church on Sundays,

the silence of mass, 

the prayers memorized

repeated over and over again, 

at church, bed

and the dinner table

I am from Barranquilla, 

from the land Palestine

farms in the outsides of the city, 

and memories kept. 

From rice and Labneh

eaten every Saturday 

after 12 o'clock.

http://middlemindz.blogspot.com/2012/05/where-im-from.html